Poor Jane Doe
poem by:
Jenny Linsel
Written
on Feb 02, 2017
Poor Jane Doe lies on a slab When they found her she looked drab Worn-out clothes and no I.D. No purse, no money, no front-door key Surely someone wonders where she's at? Even if it’s just her cat Her red hair matted to her head When found, the pavement was her bed Her eyes were closed, though eggshell blue Heel all worn down on one shoe Caesarean scar and bladder full Long hairline fracture in her skull Injury caused by blunt force Inflictor will feel no remorse Spleen is split almost in half Purple bruises on each calf Dental records will soon show The true identity of Jane Doe Man gets phone call and starts to cry “Please can you identify, A lady that may be your wife†His heart is breaking, she was his life. The mortician pulled back the curtain Before he saw her, he was certain He held his breath, pulled back the sheet His heart sank, it was Marguerite He saw the label on her toe It said two simple words ‘Jane Doe'
Tags: sad, rhyme, pain,
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A previous user commented:
Though this is a sad read its too common. Many are not claimed. I like the rhyme and story
Christopher Russon
commented on Feb 02, 2018 at 8:31pm
Well written poem.a sad fact of life when someone loses a loved one.
